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"Everyone else, get out of the way!"
Jiang Jie suddenly attacked, pressing down with his left hand. A large hand of Chi pinned Vaelastrasz to the ground, and no matter how much he struggled, he couldn't move at all.
Within her dantian, on the Light and Shadow Taiji, Miss Xal'atath held her original dagger and cast a spell.
Then, Jiang Jie extended his right hand, and a stream of Shadow energy transformed into countless shadow runes, landing on Vaelastrasz.
"Roar!"
Vaelastrasz seemed to be enduring unimaginable pain, struggling wildly. The hard rock ground was scratched by the dragon's claws, leaving deep marks several centimeters and even several decimeters. The ancient red dragon was covered in wounds and bleeding profusely.
He was completely unaware of this, because the pain he was enduring was a pain of the soul and spirit, far more terrifying than physical pain.
The pain completely consumed him, making him forget the physical pain.
Thousands upon thousands of shadow runes continued to fly out from Jiang Jie's right palm and land on Vaelastrasz.
Black energy began to emerge from his body, one wisp after another, which turned out to be Shadow energy.
These Shadow energy rose along the trajectory of the shadow runes, returned to Jiang Jie's right hand, then entered Jiang Jie's middle dantian, and landed on the dark dagger.
Jiang Jie smiled.
Just as I expected.
Xal'atath only wanted the Shadow energy from Vaelastrasz; what other motive could he have?
The Four Symbols of earth, fire, water, and wind grow stronger and stronger, helping to maintain the balance of the Three Talents.
As long as Jiang Jie remains unharmed, Xal'atath will never be able to recover.
Xal'atath was quite cunning. She knew that Jiang Jie wouldn't oppose her at this time because he was trying to save the little red dragon, so she recklessly poured all the Shadow energy into her own dagger, leaving none for Jiang Jie.
However, Jiang Jie didn't care.
How much energy can a shadow spell, no matter how powerful, possibly have?
It doesn't matter anymore.
Five minutes later...
The shadow runes disappeared, and no more black energy emanated from Vaelastrasz's body. Jiang Jie stopped.
"Finally... I'm free!"
The ancient red dragon, covered in wounds, rose from the ground, panting heavily. "Fire, death, Devastation, the violent power within my blood... I have fought as hard as I could, but the power of the Lord of Blackrock is too great, I... cannot contend with it! Now, I am finally saved! Human, who are you! I have never seen a human like you before, you are the most powerful human I have ever seen!"
"He is Nicholas, Grand Duke of Lordaeron, Heir of Thoradin."
Lady Valestrasza stepped forward, casting a spell on Vaelastrasz to heal his wounds. "He is a friend of the Red Dragonflight, Vaelastrasz! Your injuries are too severe; I... cannot heal you."
Valestrasza was somewhat frustrated.
Vaelastrasz's injuries were not just the superficial wounds he sustained during the struggle.
In fact, he had already been exhausted by Nefarian's magic, and Nefarian had also taken away some of his power. He was very weak now, otherwise he wouldn't have been able to be slapped to the ground by Jiang Jie without even the ability to resist.
You should know that his true strength is on par with Eranikus and Azuregos, not much different!
His body was covered in wounds, both inside and out, and his internal organs were all injured. These were wounds inflicted by Nefarian during his resistance against Nefarian. It was unknown how long it would take to fully heal him using Valestrasza's life magic alone.
"I'll do it."
Jiang Jie raised his hand again, and a beam of Holy Light energy landed on the ancient red dragon.
Vaelastrasz instantly felt a warm sensation all over his body as Holy Light seeped into every part of him, healing his wounds.
Less than ten minutes later, he felt that his body had fully recovered, and even his spirit had been restored. He was in better condition than ever before.
"Thank you, human!"
Vaelastrasz transformed into a High Elf with a magnificent physique and unparalleled beauty.
High Elf are all very beautiful, both male and female, which is very enviable.
Dragons are even more enviable; they can transform into whatever they want, their shapeshifting abilities far surpassing those of Druid —truly gifted.
Vaelastrasz thanked Jiang Jie Jiang Jie, and sensing the faint aura of a superior being emanating from him, he was deeply moved. "I originally intended to advise you to leave, because Nefarian's power is far greater than you imagined! But now I realize that you are just as powerful! Krasus is here too? Where is he?"
"He's at the top of Blackrock Spire, holding Nefarian back."
Jiang Jie said, " Eranikus, Chromie, and Kalecgos have all arrived."
"Is that so... Hmm, I sense their presence... They're fighting Nefarian... Eranikus isn't right, he's much weaker than before... Kalecgos's power isn't enough... They're no match for Nefarian, we must hurry!"
Vaelastrasz said, " Nefarian conducted many secret experiments, creating a whole host of horrible monsters! He desecrated the corpses and souls of dragons, and he must pay the price for his actions! Come with me, I know this place very well!"
Vaelastrasz clearly still commands considerable authority, and his position within the Red Dragonflight is estimated to be second only to Krasus.
Ms. Valestrasza respected him greatly and immediately did as he said.
Red Dragon General " Fengyan " immediately ordered all red dragons and red dragonkin to assemble and follow Vaelastrasz deeper into Blackwing Lair.
Continuing further in, we reached the upper level, which was a larger area, also covering a larger area:
Hall of Strife.
As its name suggests, the Hall of Strife is the place with the largest and strongest forces in the entire Black Dragonflight, and it is also a very difficult place to conquer.
The lower level of the Hall of Strife was filled with Death Talon Dragonspawn, exuding the smell of magma and flames. Among them were many ordinary dragonkin, as well as dozens of elite dragonkin, all of whom were very powerful.
In the upper levels of the Hall of Strife, besides the Death Talon Dragonspawn, there are even more Blackrock Orcs, as well as various corrupted dragon hatchlings, such as green dragons, red dragons, and Bronze Dragons.
These were all hatched after the black dragon stole the eggs of other dragons, corrupted them with dark magic, and obeyed Nefarian's commands; they were beyond saving.
Vaelastrasz and Valestrasza's expressions turned grim upon seeing the fledgling dragons.
" Nefarian, that madman!"
Valestrasza gritted his teeth and growled, "He's provoking the four-colored Dragonflights!"
"Provocation? They did that ten thousand years ago, Valestrasza."
Vaelastrasz said calmly, "That's nothing. I've seen far more horrific scenes deeper within Blackwing Lair! If you had seen them, you would have wanted to tear Nefarian to shreds! Alright, show them no mercy, let them rest in peace! They were corrupted by the black dragon before they were even born, there's no saving them!"
Having experienced the War of the Ancients, Vaelastrasz was much calmer than the younger Valestrasza.
He transformed into a giant dragon, completely ignoring the dragonmen, hatchlings, and Blackrock Orcs, and crushed them with his massive body, becoming invincible.
This is his true strength!
He was a being qualified to rival Nefarian. If Nefarian hadn't obtained the power of the Old Gods and become even stronger, Nefarian might not have been his match.
Now, facing these elite individuals, who can withstand them?
Nefarian was fighting Eranikus and the others at the top, so he must have summoned many of his minions; otherwise, it might have been even more difficult to defeat him.
Now?
They're easy to deal with.
However, they encountered trouble when they reached the end of the Hall of Strife.